Siluo

When the movie was about to end, the girl began to be in a daze.

Her gaze was cast straight ahead, and another space was faintly superimposed in the light field of the screen.It was very quiet there, with the rustling of leaves, the chirping of cicadas, and the jingling of bicycle bells.The male student squeezed the brake lever, raised his black face, the spring breeze blew his hair, his bangs were blown, revealing his youthful forehead.The wicker on the side of the road shook, his eyes flickered, his smile suddenly blurred, scattered with the breeze, and fell into the lily bushes one after another.

"Hey, your phone is ringing." The young man sitting next to him reminded him.

The girl withdrew her thoughts and took a look at her cell phone from her bag.With the light of the screen, I took a brief glance.

The young man is not a male student.

At the end of the play, the lights in the auditorium were turned on, and a few pale white spots hung above the head.

The young man put on his jacket and said that he didn't understand the ending well, and he didn't know if the protagonist died or not.The girl stood up and picked up the satchel, saying that she didn't understand either, and she probably died.After the two discussed it with me, I put my legs aside, leaned towards the back of the chair, and grabbed the hem of the coat with both hands, trying to give them more room to walk.

The girl passed by rubbing her knees, and the young man also passed by.

I straightened my clothes, relaxed my posture again, and crossed my fingers on my stomach, waiting for the ending credits to roll to the end.

Out of the cinema, dusk.

It happened to be rush hour at this time, and passengers at the subway entrance came in and out. I stood in the shadow of the big billboard, and no one noticed.

With this sense of security, my mind is habitually in a trance.

Looking at a girl in a hurry, I slowly withdraw my consciousness and move closer to her bit by bit.As soon as I touched her spirit, I smelled a sweet fragrance, and even the sunset glow in the west was a little brighter, surging with brilliance.Pulling away with this pleasure, my consciousness was attached to an old man who was pacing again. The sky immediately became cloudy, and the air became much thicker, as if a resistance was pressing on the shoulders.I swam out again, aimlessly looking for the next target: silent, lost in thought, and distracted. As long as that person has a little bit of emptiness, I can take the opportunity to blend into his interior and feel his world for a short time.

It's a strange talent I was born with.

Although I'm not a gentleman, I still have basic willpower. I have no intention of sneaking into other people's souls to be a voyeur. I just treat it as a harmless little game, and leave after a rough glance. I have lived in peace for many years. .

until today.

I've never felt so depressed.

The body seemed to be several times heavier than usual, and the joints were stiff and weak. It was clearly evening, but it was darker than midnight.I tried to look at the western sky, and a round of sunset turned huge and dark, spinning like a black hole, devouring the remaining light.In just a few seconds, I had difficulty breathing and shivering, and I struggled to get out.

Looking behind the glass window, the man was still expressionless, putting the rice into his mouth one bite at a time, chewing and chewing mechanically.

Ten meters away, I seem to hear the sound of two rows of molars rubbing against each other.

I thought, I have to stop this.

Walking into the fast food restaurant, I ordered the same box lunch and asked if there was anyone next to him.

The man in gray finally moved, grabbed the backpack on the seat and carried it into his arms.The bag was dirty, the zipper was broken, and it was tied with a white nylon cord, hanging lowly.

I sat down, pulled out a pair of plastic chopsticks, and didn't know how to start, so I stood up pretendingly, asked the clerk to bring two bowls of clear soup back to the table, and asked him if he wanted a bowl.

"Oh, no need." The man twisted his neck reluctantly, looking at the floor and replied.

I couldn't flinch while meditating, I put the soup bowl in front of him: "You're welcome, I think you may be thirsty after eating."

He opened his mouth, probably wanting to refuse, and after a while, he slowly stretched out his right hand to pick up the disposable spoon.

"Actually, I think that there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome in this world." I tried my best to smile, making my tone appear bright and friendly, "Actually, I had the same idea as you a few years ago, and then I let it go. Actually, this person...how should I put it..."

I searched my brains and ran out of words.

But he saw that spoon was pinched between the fingers of the other party, and the plastic handle was bent.

Premonitioning what was about to happen next, I couldn't help sighing, and patted the trembling right hand.This slap really woke up something, the man immediately broke down emotionally, covered his face and cried out loudly.

Knowing that the diners around were watching, I had no choice but to pull two napkins from the table and stuff them between his forehead and his hands.

Yes, I can feel his feelings, but I can't experience his experience. A human being clearly grieves to this point, but another kind can't understand the reason. ——Is this despair due to work pressure?Or a family misfortune?Or mental illness?I have no way of knowing.I wanted to offer some real help, but I touched my pocket and gave up. If the other party doesn't care about money, it would be a bit insulting, and it might make him feel even more uncomfortable.

Just when I was at a loss, he stopped crying, blew his nose on a napkin, lifted his flushed face from excitement, and thanked him hoarsely.

"You're welcome, if there's anything I can do to help you..."

"You've helped me a lot."

"Where?" I wanted to ask the reason, but felt that it was privacy after all, and it was better not to talk too much if the person concerned didn't take the initiative to say it.

Holding this thought until the other party's emotions completely calmed down and left the restaurant, I don't know what makes an adult cry so hard.

Then I saw the man twice more.

His mental state has improved a lot, and he will still go to that fast food restaurant to eat and sit in the same seat.After chatting, I learned that his surname is Dong, he works in the nearby Baihe Building, and he is the manager of some department.We didn't talk much beyond that, and never again about the gaffe.

Before parting, Mr. Dong suddenly asked why he noticed him that day.I came clean and he wasn't surprised.

"Your ability, I heard a female client talk about it at the wine table. I didn't pay attention to it at the time. I thought she was bragging after drinking too much, but I didn't expect it to be true." Mr. Dong flipped through the address book and found her contact Way to hand over.

I have no interest in "female clients", so I saved the number politely, and sneaked into Mr. Dong's consciousness again while he was chewing his rice in a daze. ——The gloomy world lights up again, and a round of golden tomorrow hangs high in the sky.

I thought he had crossed this hurdle, so gradually he stopped going to the fast food restaurant by detours.

Soon after, Mr. Dong jumped from the top floor of the Baihe Building.

Lying on the bed in the shared room, I thought about it over and over again.

If I hadn't been afraid of "talking too much" at the time, asked about the specific situation, helped a little, at least persuaded him to have a psychological consultation, maybe I wouldn't have ended up like this.

The Lily Building is very tall, just across the block, and I turned my head from the bed to see the roof just across a few low-rise residential buildings.

I stared there motionless, and at the same time touched the mobile phone next to the pillow in a mysterious way, and dialed the number left by Mr. Dong.